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GG has a bad day

GG (hubby) works hard to keep our yard gorgeous. We have an amazing garden, water features, grass, fruit trees, and a gorgeous Japanese maple that has found a home in the Buddha corner of our yard and is thriving after nearly dying from our climate.

When GG was driving our girl to the East coast this summer, I took care of the house and yard and stuff and whined mightily. Doing that on top of work and school was a lot, and some days I felt like there weren't enough hours to handle everything well.

Anyway, the grass needed mowing, and GG decided to handle that task before dinner Sunday night.

I was inside studying (I know, I am so boring right now - finals are a killer), and suddenly he burst in the back door with a red face, and FURIOUS!  He's a mellow guy, so this behavior is startling, to say the least. Apparently we have a hornet's nest in a wall next to the grass. And one of those stinging insects attacked GG.

He said he felt a sudden searing burn on his leg, which he immediately slapped at (must be reflex?), which dislodged the hornet from his sting, and which allowed said hornet to land AGAIN on the lower part of the leg and sting again.

When GG came inside, he was angry. And he had two very angry red welts rising on his lower leg. He stomped into the bedroom, put on jeans and a long sleeved shirt, then stomped into the garage and got a can of stinging insect spray (which is weird that we had because we're organic gardeners and never use sprays..but apparently he'd bought it just in case....) which he then emptied into the site of the hornet's nest, muttering the entire time about how if they'd just kept their distance this wouldn't be happening but fucking hornets are NOT allowed in our yard in our garden where we spend much of our free time and entertain and fucking multi stinging ability just sucks when you're the victim and TAKE THAT YOU STINGING BASTARDS!

After which he found me, apologized for being so angry, and we settled into a rather relaxing evening, all things considered.

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